where

not here, in airs?
in a moment, or years
here to find, never aware
nobody does, just is
always in fears, safe rules
pelting dreamers, soul's jewels
liars, actors, spectators, crowds
where are the fools, dreamers, insane?
higher game, for simple and plain

fine lines

legend or story
folly or glory
wise or guile
eternity or time

few see the humor
few live the pain
of being, not seeing
what is, or could have been

destiny or wrinkles
...these fine lines

humor

wings on my feet
wings in my stomach
is it flying? or fleeing?

dreams in my head
dreams in my words
is it calling? or voices?

waves in my soul
waves in my being
is it storm? or ride?

humor...
...the journey

A moment

Mad to made
Pose to prose
Choice to chose
The difference is...a moment

Flee to flight
Tragedy to legend
Noise to voice
The difference is...a moment

Bear to bare
Stare to glare
Ride to tide
The difference is...a moment

Rear to rare
Here to there
Life to life...
The difference.

Learning to fly

The best things in the world cannot be said, and the second best are misunderstood. Joseph Campbell's work shook me. So all the silly things that I had in my head since childhood, have been researched and are actual theories! The feeling of reading all those 'unsaid' things in print is when my heart skipped a beat, and suddenly I felt I was in the air, reaching and going back to...

Living, or living forever?

When was the last time you were lying on your back, staring at the sky, with a great big idea in your head, and were actually convinced it was possible?

You've had those moments right? So what really happened? Why did you stop? I bet practicality and daily life hit you, right? Its like waking up from a magical dream (or was that a glimpse of reality, of the future?)

Yet, the people who are usually miserable, penniless, 'crazy' and naive, are the exact people who live forever in riches and glory- in books, in minds, in inspirations. We all know that. But we still forget that lazy sunday afternoon on grass watching the clouds. Or that breezy star gazing night, when we had that great big crazy idea, that unexplained flash of energy...

Safe like Sheep?

When we were kids, things were easier. We could be our own selves and still be called 'cute' and endearing. Now we never actually say or do what is on our minds. We say and do, what best fits the scenario.

We just want to get by. Anything else is considered naive. We just want to fit in, please, conform, no questions asked.

Are we getting safer, or dying slowly? Or is it just me?